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With China girl by David Bowie in my ears I thought of putting here some thoughts. So I do.

For example the yesterday’s poster for the stolen bicycle reminded me of a story from the time when I was in college. Well I wasn’t studying much, that is for sure. Unfortunately though, because if I was more clever in the beginning, I would choose a better direction (different subject, type of university) and probably finished it properly. But well, here I am – while haven’t done all those things I am writing these words instead. Phew.

In fact, interesting thing happened just yesterday. I was browsing some sites to gather the complete wisdom of Internet, obviously, when suddenly I encountered an ad saying “there is never too late to start studying”. “How peculiar!” I said to myself. Probably too loud because this girl sitting next to me gave me quite weird look (I was at the coffeehouse at the time). But never mind, I clicked the ad willing to see how it is never too late to start studying and the result did not surprised me at all. The browser said “This page cannot be displayed”. How typical…

Anyway to get back to the story I mentioned on the beginning that related to the other poster, ehm, I already wrote that I know. So when I was in college, there was a dormitory I used to visit quite often to talk to some friends. There were seven people living in two rooms sharing common stuff like fridge or shower which sometimes lead to interesting situations. One of the guys was from a typical czech village where they breed animals like pigs, cows, rabbits etc. and it’s very common that these people bring lots of stuff from home especially during pig slaughtering events or alike.

During one of the first weeks there he brought some huge pile of food and put it into the shared fridge. Well, as most czech people are quite greedy, especially during college years, his roommates simply ate all this food the very next day just before he returned there after school. As soon as he arrived, he went to fridge to have some of the homemade delicious sausages, bangers, salami, cooked pig’s head (yep, people eat it there) et cetera but he surprisingly (for him) found almost nothing.

He got quite angry look and everyone expected that he will get furious about the whole stealing thing and be angry at them. None of it happened. He just sat down and wrote something on a piece of paper and then attached the paper to the fridge. They all went to read it:

He, who ate all my food may think about himself and about what he did!

I hope it will make sense in English too, if not, imagine something else, something funnier.